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Hard to know where to start.

I guess to tell the story of the Good
Friday murder through my eyes, I gotta

start here.

Nine months ago, when this powerful
deacon said something way out of line,

did this.

Shit.

So, you're a fighter, then?

No, Father, absolutely not.

Well, we have a deacon who would say
otherwise if his jaw wasn't broken.

In my previous life, yes, I was a boxer.

I lived on the streets. I did some other
things. We need fighters today, but to

fight the world, not ourselves.

A priest is a shepherd.

The world is a wolf.

No.

I don't believe that, Father,
respectfully.

You start fighting wolves, and before
you know it, everyone you don't

is a wolf.

I still got that fighting instinct, and
I gave into it today. But Christ came to

heal the world, not fight it.

I believe that.

This, not this, you know?

I just want to be a good priest.

Show broken people like me the
forgiveness and love of Christ.

The world needs that so bad.

Give me one more shot, and I promise
I'll do that.

You suck your neck out for me so many
times, and I let you down. All right,

right, all right.

Deacon Clark is famously a dick.

Nobody's actually that upset that you
clocked them. In fact, kind of the

opposite. But we do need to do something
about it.

We're sending you to a small parish in
Chimney Rock.

It's just one priest there now.

Some pastor?

Eh, well, curb your enthusiasm.

What?

You're going to Our Lady of Perpetual
Fortitude, led by Monsignor Jefferson

Wicks. Have you heard of Jefferson
Wicks?

Okay, look, Wicks has his supporters
here. I'm not one of them.

Between you and me, I think he's a few
feet shy of a full rosary and a real son

of a bitch.

But what's undeniable is that his flock
is shrinking and even calcifying.

It could use some of what you said in
there. You understand?

Not at all, but yes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Spirit's got
me. Let me at him. Hey, hey.

This? Not this, right?

Hmm?

Good luck, kid.

So, that's how I came to Chimney Rock.

Daniel and the lion's den.

David facing off Goliath.

Young, dumb, and full of Christ.

Ready for anything.

Father Jefferson?

Hello, Chateau Plentissy from Albany?

Lord be with you, Chateau Plentissy from
Albany.

Are you here to take my church away from
me?

Oh, no.

Good.

Okay. Call me Monsignor Wicks.

I think you've met Martha.

Martha? No?

Monsignor Wicks.

I woke up early to polish the sofa.

It was a bit blotchy.

That'll be fine, Martha.

Father Judd, you are welcome here.

Thank you, Martha.

Actually, just saying to Father Wickes.

Monsignor Wickes.

Monsignor, right, sorry.

And sorry to think he's a... This is
going great, I think.

Bishop Langstrom sent you, huh?

Mm -hmm.

Langstrom.

I know him well.

The handpicked you, sent you here.

It says something to me.

Tells me a lot.

What? I'm used to playing so low, but
I'm here to serve.

Take my confession.

All right.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been six weeks since my last
confession.

I've envied the material wealth of
others.

I saw this luxury car commercial. Sam
had it on his TV.

Lexus. And I thought, that was a good
looking car.

The coupe.

I've envied the power of great men.

I think my grandfather's power as a
priest, I wanted that.

Always did.

I've masturbated four times

this week, four or five generally, and
what did I say, six weeks?

I would say 30 times masturbated.

This week in my bed, in the morning
once, once in the shower, standing up,

which was convenient.

use the bath gel.

Oh, once in the middle of the night
after a dream about one of those

cat cafes.

And I read this article, but the cats
were girls and, you know, so,

and I hadn't prepared.

So I had to finish into a copy of
Catholic Chronicle magazine, just what

the end table, which is probably its own
kind of thing.

I don't know, maybe not.

Not good.

At the time, I thought this was just
weird.

But looking back now, I know.

This was Wicks' first punch.

Five Hail Marys and one Glory B.

Thank you, Father.

It wouldn't be his last.

Oh, and welcome to my church.

Over the next few weeks, I settled in at
Our Lady of Perpetual Fortitude.

The only other full -time employee was
the groundkeeper, Tapson.

Tapson.

I'm Senior Wicks, who gives me the
strength every day to not go back to the

bottom.

He used to drink too.

But he said to me once, if I can stave
off that demon, you can.

And every day, it is a struggle.

But I have.

I credit him and my sweet Martha.

Your sweet Martha?

I'd do anything for her.

My angel on earth.

As far as the church goes, Martha does
it all.

She keeps the books, manages donations,
filed everything.

She launches revestments, stocks the
supplies, feeds WIC, plays the organ.

She knew where the bodies were buried.

So this is the crypt.

Yep. Damn shame.

Gotta put up a security camera.

Is there an entrance?

There is.

It's right here.

The Lazarus door.

It takes construction equipment to open
from the outside, but cantilevered as

such that one push sent a tumbling to
the ground from inside.

Who's in there, then?

Prentiss. With his grandfather, the
founder of this church.

Well, like a father to me.

Makes me sick.

These kids painting rocket ships all
over his sacred resting place.

What are you doing?

Oh, uh, well, I do a little bit of
working, so I could borrow some of Sam's

tools, make a proper one. We'll leave
that.

A reminder of the shameful sin of the
harlot whore.

Take my confession?

Yes, the harlot whore.

That was Wick's mother.

Okay, so what's the deal with that?

She was a harlot and a whore.

When Prentiss entered the priesthood and
founded this church, he was widowed

with a daughter.

Grace was her name.

Always a bad seed. She loved revealing
clothes in her fancy brands.

Fancy brands.

Yeah. As a teenager, she slutted around
bars, was impregnated by a drifter.

Prentiss had a vast family fortune and a
bank.

To protect his grandson, Wix, he
promised that if Great stayed under

his roof, the fortune would be willed to
her.

And so the whore waited for her father
to die.

Oh, it weighed on him heavily.

Martha, remember this.

Wealth, and the power that comes with
it, is Eve's apple.

Temptation that leads to the fall.

We must protect our loved ones from its
corrupting influence.

At all costs.

His day came at last.

I was there.

I saw Prentiss take his final communion
and die on the holy altar at peace.

The harlot whore went straight to
Prentiss' attorney.

Give me my money.

She said.

And do you know what he said?

Yes, you are heir to every single penny
Prentiss had.

And in his accounts, not one heart died.

What did he do to the fortune?

Give it to the poor, say some.

Throw it in the ocean, say others. No
one knows.

It was gone.

That holy man's...

The final act of grace was to keep the
corrupting evil out of wicked hands.

All that he left her was this.

What is this? She said.

But I knew.

Look not for years, Apple.

Your inheritance is now.

That night, she had her revenge.

In a demonic rage, she defiled this holy
place.

Evil incarnate.

Mr. Grace, God, your father, will
forgive you in his love.

She died, throwing herself against
Prentiss's tomb.

Brain injury, they said.

Struck down, I say.

By God.

In his mercy.

Holy shit.

Sorry, sorry.

The darkness of that story was the
bedrock of this place.

You could feel it.

So what would draw someone to make this
their spiritual home?

The core group of regulars all had their
reasons, and these will be our

suspects, so I should introduce them.

Farrah Draven, local attorney. She was
loyal and devoted.

My dad was Luke's attorney and drinking
buddy.

The boys.

And so you became a lawyer so you could
take over his family practice?

I became a lawyer because I wanted to do
great things in the world, but...

This place was my dad's legacy, and he
wanted me to keep it going after he

passed. So, here I am. Yo, yo.

Hey, girl.

Hi. Did you fill this up? Thank you.

Her adopted son, Cy, just moved back
home after trying and failing to get a

foothold in politics.

Okay.

Nice having you back.

Vera was young. Her dad came home with a
10 -year -old Cy out of the blue and

told Vera she was going to raise him. No
question that.

The whole town knew he was obviously her
illegitimate brother.

But Vera accepted it.

She did it.

I've given up a lot to be loyal to my
dad and to Cy and to

Wix.

So I think that...

When my dad is looking down on me from
heaven, I think he is very pleased

with me.

I guess that's nice.

I came this close. I was the GOP golden
boy, the great hope. I've got connection

in and out. I was on the cusp, but I
just couldn't engage voters. I didn't

that causal personality thing I got.
It's hard connecting with people in a

genuine way. I know.

And I tried everything. Believe me, I
hammered the rape thing, I hammered the

gender thing, the trans thing, the
border thing, the homeless thing, the

thing, the election thing, the abortion
thing, the climate thing, thing about

induction soaps, Israel, library books,
vaccines, pronouns, AK -47, socialism,

BLM, CRT, the CDC, DEI, 5G, everything.

All of it I did. Nobody, just nothing.

People are just not these days. I don't
know why.

Maybe we need to get back to
fundamentals.

You know, basic building blocks and how
to genuinely inspire people.

The basics, like show them something
they hate and then make them afraid it's

going to take away something they love?

Well, no.

Here. That's Sean, the town's local
doctor.

His life revolves around his wife,
Darla.

She was his everything.

Darla left me last week.

So the kids move to Tucson with some guy
that's been on a business board.

If it's Ben, I have no idea.

Dr. Knapp was spinning out.

He wasn't successful enough, rich
enough, good enough for her.

He would do anything to get her back.

The closest thing we have to a local
celebrity, the sci -fi writer Lee Roth.

You probably know at least some of his
books.

The Crest and Limbo series, Ice Pick of
Time, The Crystalline Juncture.

Ten years ago, Lee moved here from New
York, connected with Wicks and the

Church, and as he puts it, unplugged my
brain, you know, from the liberal hive

mind and come here.

His book sales and popular standing have
been in slow decline ever since.

But he spent the last year writing a
massive book about wicks.

He changed my reflections, essays, and
recollections of an acolyte at the feet

of a prophet.

The Holy Man and the Troubadour.

I found it a tough read, but he pinned
all of his hopes on it. This is my last

chance to take it out of sub -stack
hell. I can't take it anymore. My

these days, I mean, they are...

survivalist freak pillow like John
Goodman in The Big Lebowski.

Good little shit wick thigh.

He's got a little influencer fang in him
on video, ain't he?

We don't like him. We're like, Wicks, be
careful or you gotta shake him off.

He's bad news.

Opportunistic poet -taster.

We're gonna have to protect Wicks from
these stupid wickies.

The Moon with New Detail.

and new to the church. She'd been a
world -class cellist.

Forced to retire five years ago for
health reasons.

Chronic pain.

Some mysterious nerve thing that doctors
cannot diagnose.

I believed they could heal me.

Suckered.

Dipshit moi.

Need to take someone's faith and exploit
it for money.

It's the ultimate evil.

Don't you think it is?

Yeah. Yeah, it's bad.

But I understand why you believe.

This feels different though.

Faith in God to heal me.

This is different.

I feel hopeful now.

Like a miracle could happen.

That's how I'm feeling right now.

Spirit really moves

him today, huh?

Monsignor!

Warrior! Wake Captain Korger tight.

And the seductive power of his charisma
was undeniable.

But his method, every week he would pick
someone out, a newcomer usually, and he

would attack.

The world wants us all to be okay.

Any of your choices. Make your choices.
They're your choices.

Don't feel bad.

Have that affair.

Tell that lie.

Have that child at a wedlock.

Satisfy your selfish heart.

Selfish. Yes.

Depriving that child of a family.

Of a father.

An assault on our castle. The
institution of manhood. My own mother

selfish choice with me. And I curse her
selfish heart for it every day of my

life. Putting her needs and wants.

Before the family God intended. I am
enough.

Me.

Selfish. Harlan's heart. You are not.

Might as well beat that child. Yes might
as well starve that child. Defy the

family. That the Lord intended.

And watch your child burn. Beneath that
burn.

This is not the true church.

You ask even the most hardcore of those
in the pews. They'll say, no, of course

this is not what they believe.

It's Wicks being Wicks, pushing it too
far.

And what he's pushing for every time is
a walkout.

Why did he do this?

Because when that person walks out,
everyone watches.

And even if in the light of day it's
indefensible, deep down in the dark, it

scratches an itch.

And by staying put in that view, that
side is taken.

What's this side?

Testing tolerances, tapping deep poison
wells, hardening, binding with

complicity.

So I try to offer a counterbalance.

Okay, welcome to our first Father Judge
prayer group.

Thank you all for being here.

And this is all about... breaking down
walls between us and Christ, us and

each other, us and the world.

When I was 17, I was a boxer.

I killed a man in the ring.

I built up so many walls of anger,
addiction, violence.

I was the only one I felt safe enough to
put my dukes down, open my arms,

confessed my deepest sin.

That was the day that Christ saved my
life.

He didn't transform me. He sustained me
every day.

That's daily bread, right?

I think that's what the church should
be.

That's what I want this church to be for
me and for all of you.

Monsignor Wicks isn't coming.

No, but... No.

So, I thought we'd just talk and start
sharing. Well, he knows that we're doing

these right.

Sure, of course.

Of course, I'll tell him. I just, I
wanted to connect and, uh, you'll tell

You'll, you'll tell him? Contraction of
the simple future tense, meaning you

haven't yet told him?

Why wouldn't you tell him?

That feels kind of weird.

Okay, cut.

prayer meeting it's not a secret
anything it's a secret prayer meeting no

literally what it is i just texted the
monsignor great so it isn't a secret

anymore now we can just get back to
breaking down those walls through

love he says what the holy heck oh i'm
i'm sorry father i

came because i thought this was an
official church function only he didn't

the word heck Thank you, Martha.

Is the church function, Vera? Is that a
church? It's with me. It's official.

Or holy.

Can I see that? I think I should go.

Okay. Thank you. Is that it? Yeah.

Wow. Yeah, sorry about that. I don't
want to piss him off.

Nice try, guy.

Thanks, Tom.

I'm probably going to post this
tomorrow. Can I tag you? I prefer you

probably will anyway.

I know.

I'm so sorry, you're a little coug.

failed this afternoon, Father.

My coup?

Martha, really?

If we want to pray or need to confess
something, we can do it with Monsignor

Wicks. Can you?

Because you all seem scared to death of
the guy. Could you walk into that church

of your own free will and confess your
deepest sin to Wicks, Martha, without

fear?

Because if not, this whole place is a
whitewash tomb.

Yes.

I could.

Well...

The week of special services leading up
to Easter.

It was on Palm Sunday that I finally
broke.

And then twice in the shower this week,
doing that thing I told you about where

I hold my hand upside down.

Five Our Fathers, five Hail Marys.

Well, we're at nine months now, Judd.

How are you enjoying it here? Are you
breaking down some walls?

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
It's been a week since my last

I betrayed a fellow priest's privacy.

I know that Martha keeps her medical
bills filed in the office, so... I went

through them.

I learned you had a radical
prostatectomy five years ago, making you

incapable of an erection.

I can handle...

whatever this is for the past nine
months i've seen the way you tend this

don't like it you don't like it no my
senior i don't nat sharp man

needs to forgive and start living his
life and christ loves to be a launching

pad for that and instead he's just every
day getting more and more angry and

bitter against his ex -wife against
women it's bad and lee He's a

and it's like his superpower has been
turned against him. The only story he

tells is, the world is out to get me. He
was brilliant, funny, and smart, and

respected, and now he's just spinning
out and angry all the time.

Paranoid. Did you know he literally
built a moat around his house?

Really?

I mean, it's mostly symbolic, but yeah.

And Simone, I'm sorry, Monsignor.

But I'm afraid you've taken advantage of
her.

I've seen the donation numbers.

I know how much she's giving now. And
the past few months, she's basically

supporting this place.

And yes, I believe in the possibility of
miracles through Christ. But what

you're giving her is not that.

It's transactional. Through you. And God
help you, it makes her feel betrayed

again. God help me. Anything else?

Yeah, why not?

Cy Draven.

Doesn't his new YouTube stuff he's doing
worry you?

Every week now, he takes clips from what
you say in math and plugs them into his

political rant.

He's co -opting, and honestly, I think
that's representing the church in a

dangerous way.

When was the last time a new person
laughed at more than one Sunday?

Word's gotten out.

Every week now, it's just this hardened
fist of regulars, and it seems like

you're intentionally keeping them angry
and afraid.

Is that how Christ led his flock?

Is that what we're supposed to do?

Right now, you're angry.

You should be. You'd be dangerous if you
weren't. I'd see you helpless, and I'd

do it again and again.

I'm the world. You're the church.

Stay down.

Stay down.

Good.

Right. Yes!

Anger! Anger lets us fight back, take
back the ground we've lost.

And we've lost so much ground.

And now you're afraid.

Look at those bare -knuckle instincts
coming back. Good!

You're afraid. I'm going to come at you
again. But you're protecting yourself.

Because the world wants to destroy us.

Your version of...

Love and forgiveness is a thought that's
going along to get along with

modernity, not wanting to offend this
garbage world. Meanwhile, they destroy

Feminist Marxist whores, bit by bit,
they do.

But I carry my burden.

I hold the line.

And you?

You stubborn child from Albany?

gonna get angry.

You're poisoning this church.

And I'll do whatever it takes to save
it.

To cut you out like a cancer.

Five Our Fathers, five Hail Marys.

Christ, you didn't give up on me.

I'm not giving up on this church.

He was one step ahead of me.

Father, judge, prayer meeting.

I have kept this church. I have fought
for the truth of God and now the

to find my authority and faith and life
itself challenged and from inside my own

sanctuary.

Get out!

Wait for the final move.

Open war against me.

I got great toasties.

The world's a wolf.

You devil.

You devil wolf.

You're a devil wolf.

Nikolai, I'm sorry. I broke that. Go
away about it. It's my hand.

It's your junk lance. A junk lance.

Come on. Hey, can you get the drugs?
Yeah. Are you sure?

Who's there?

Oh, shit.

And that brings us to Good Friday.

Here we go.

It was a 3 p .m. service.

Just the regulars.

There was a strange tension in the air.
I can't recall the homily, but it felt

different.

The anger felt less calculated.

More unhinged.

As always, after the homily, Wicks was
spent, emotionally and physically, and

needed some time to recover.

He would duck into the small storage
closet just to the side of the sanctuary

he'd be out of sight.

He'd fortify himself, and I would
continue the service until he felt

enough to rejoin and take over.

Behold the wood of the cross, on which
hung the salvation of the world.

That's it.

That's it.

The ambulance took just five minutes to
arrive.

When I joined the others outside, the
police were just arriving.

This was an insane event for a tiny
town.

And poor Geraldine, the local chief, was
thrown in headlong.

questioning all through the day,
Saturday, until finally... You're the

on stage who can not see any of the time
of his killing.

Any of his prior possessions have both
had figurine attacks and a murder

And you're the only one at that church
who hated his guts.

I don't hate any guts.

It's literally impossible for anyone to
have done this, so I don't... Oh,

I don't know what this is.

Father, why don't you go get some rest?

I should warn you before you walk out, I
fear the town is talking.

Besides, Raven put this up on his
YouTube this morning.

I turned on my phone for two minutes and
that was a mistake.

A flood of messages to the killer
priest.

I wasn't thinking about getting arrested
or defrocked. I was thinking

Wicks had won.

It's a part of my soul that cannot lie
to Christ or myself or you.

I was happy the old man was dead.

Jesus.

Help me.

Show me the way through this, please.

Hello?

I'm sorry.

Are you open?

Always.

You alright?

Yeah. Uh -huh. Sorry.

There's no Easter mass, so I'm sorry.

You're welcome. Come in. Thank you.
Thank you.

I don't want to take you away from your
priestly duties now, do I?

This stuff.

Right?

Hard to be in here and not feel his
presence.

Whose?

Oh, God, oh, yeah, right.

Yeah. You're not a Catholic? No, very
much not, no.

Proud heretic.

I kneel at the altar of the rational.

Uh -huh. You weren't raised in a faith?

My mother is, well,

Very, very religious.

Were you close with her? No.

When I was a boy, we... It's called
family. Yeah, that's

right.

How does all this make you feel?

How does it make me feel?

truthfully, sure.

Well, the architecture, that interests
me.

I feel the grandeur, the mystery, the
intended emotional effect.

And it's like someone has shone a story
at me that I do not believe.

It's built upon the empty promise of a
child's fairy tale filled with

malevolence and misogyny and homophobia
and it's justified untold acts of

violence and cruelty while all the while
and still hiding its own sinful acts

it's like an ornery mule kicking back i
want to pick it apart and pop its

perfidious bubble of belief and get to a
truth i can swallow without choking

Very fine, though. Listen,

you want to kick me out, you go right
ahead.

No, no.

You're being honest, that's good.

Telling the truth can be a bit of a rub.

Now, I suspect you can't always be
honest with your parishioners. You can

be honest by not saying the unhonest
part.

Yeah.

You're right.

It's storytelling.

And this church is not medieval. We're
in New York.

Neo -Gothic 19th century has more in
common with Disneyland and Notre Dame

the rites and rituals and costumes, all
of it.

Storytelling.

You're right.

Guess the question is, do these stories
convince us of a lie?

Or do they resonate with something deep
inside us that's profoundly true?

That we can't express any other way.

Except storytelling.

Touché. Padre.

Son,

I'm sorry.

again. And now I'm gonna lose that.

I'll lose my purpose and I'm frightened.

I don't know how I'll live.

Mom!

Hey, you found him.

Who

are

you? I probably should have led with
this. My name is Benoit Blanc. I'm a

detective.

Take an interest in the murder of
Jefferson Wicks.

You're a detective, so you're with the
police? No, no. I work in the private

capacity. Everyone thinks I did it. I
didn't do it.

But in my heart, maybe I didn't.

And the way it happened was some kind of
miracle.

And... I don't know.

I'm lost. I don't know.

Would you allow me to help you?

What?

Your lips.

It's just a murder.

An assault murder.

Wait, but...

Were you the Kentucky Derby thing with
the murder and the guy that they got

the photo from his camera seat? So you
were on the view. Yeah. What are you

doing here? I need to come up to speed
rapidly on the events of that group

Friday service. And the going's on here
at Our Lady of Perpetual Fortitude.

Geraldine has graciously allowed me
access.

If you can spare the day and accompany
me on my investigation, view the body.

trace the murder weapon, inspect the
crime scene.

You are in a unique position to assist
me.

The body.

Yeah,

I've changed my mind. I don't think I
should be here.

No,

no, no, no, no, no. I want you to get a
clear clinical picture of what happened

here. Because he works as he is, a
corpse, just an empty vessel.

Not the mythologized monster in your
mind, but merely flesh and blood, dead

a knife wound, weak and analyzed. Just
flesh and blood.

Just flesh and blood.

That's how we live, isn't it?

You know, look at that. Please don't
tell me now.

Tammy. Hmm?

What do you mind?

Flipping the meat.

Pancake them.

One,

two, three.

Hey! No, no, no, no, no. I don't belong
here. I can't be in here. I don't know

why you brought me here.

You want absolution?

You want ever to be a priest again? Then
you need to go through this with me.

The real killer is out there.

We've got to find him, nail him. I'm
sorry, honey.

Catch him and get your life back.

Father, I need to know you understand
the situation.

We are not all buddies running around
trying to solve a case.

You are still a suspect.

The point is you do not need to be here
without a lawyer. Do you understand

that?

I didn't do this.

If I can help find out who did, then I'm
in, yeah.

That's good, yeah.

Okay.

The body, next the murder weapon, then
the crime scene.

Escape with me.

He loves it. And then, you know, double,
double, double, bang.

I don't know. But that did, right?

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

But, you know, it wasn't red, though.
It's red now.

It's pink.

Yes, yes.

Freshly painted.

He filled it with some kind of plaster
and stuck the blade in that way.

The red devil head thing, that ended up
where?

In the church.

I threw it at the church and it broke a
window. I don't know why.

And then after the chrism mass on
Monday, a camaraderie said she found a

broken window.

Okay. But nothing else.

Do you see that?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, that is a... Dr. Nat?

Hey.

You said it was lunch.

I don't think I'd prefer that.

I'd prefer not that.

Ah, there it is.

That's what you did it with.

Cut him out like a kid.

You son of a bitch.

Tell him that.

Son of a bitch!

You're a priest!

First off, I know Detective Elliot
approved that. Thank you for giving me

number. I'm just glad to be of service.

Harold, you had the foresight to see
that this goes way beyond normal police

work. This is something you and I have
not experienced.

A textbook example of a perfectly
impossible crime.

The stuff of detective fiction. This
should not exist in our real world.

And yet here it is.

The Holy Grail.

Yeah, I love the passion. I just think
you feel confident that you know this

case is culpable.

Well, I'm incapable of myself in a
crime.

That moment of checkmate.

When I take the stage and unravel my
opponent's web.

Well, you'll see.

It's fun.

Great. How did we get there? The source.

John Dixon Cost, The Hollow Man.

A golden age detective novel.

And a veritable primer on the locked
door mystery, The Impossible Crime.

Hold up.

Father Jurg, once again, earning your
keep.

Whose body? I'm going to see in the room
hall. Roger Ancroft, the murderer of

the Vickery.

My God, this is practically a syllabus
for how to commit this crime.

And the whole flock is in this group?

Who chose these books?

Oprah.

Oprah.

I suppose it came less from Oprah's
baby. Well, it's confirmed by theory.

The killer certainly imitated the
traditional methods of a locked -door

story.

Which makes things simple.

Or club time.

Come on, Jason.

The detective, Gideon Fell, put the
rundown of all possible methods of a

-door killing.

So let's line them up and knock them
down.

Possibility number one.

Wicks was stabbed with the knife before
entering the closet.

Father Judge, would you take your place
right where you were?

Wicks completed his sermon.

Any device behind him capable of
propelling a heavy, unbalanced dagger

back would have been hidden from the
camera and the witnesses in the

nave, but certainly would have been
witnessed by Father Judd.

No, I didn't see a nice human robot
behind him. No.

Possibility one. Next.

Possibility two.

He was killed while inside the closet by
someone or something

that was outside the closet.

Like someone shot the knife into the
closet from out here? No, that's not...

impossible on several fronts.
Possibility two, nicked. Progress.

How many more possibilities are there?
Not many. Three.

He was killed, well, inside the closet
by a device that was also

inside the closet.

So something was placed beforehand and
what triggered was a remote?

Well, these walls are thick, but a very
strong RA signal could blast through

them. Where would one hide a fully
functional remote control

knife -propelling device in an empty
box?

What fell on his stomach?

I remember that clangy thud.

And his face was towards the door. So he
was standing at the back facing out.

So the knife must have somehow come
through the back wall.

Clangy thud. Very good.

I will rocket your brawl, sir.

What about a false wall that was removed
later?

Go to town, Father Brown.

No, no. My boys would have noticed the
fake wall.

You know, removing it later would have
been no small tab.

Nothing else was found on the floor of
this space, yes?

Nope. No, just the red thread.

Wait, what? The red thread?

Two strings of sacred thread, about
three inches long, down there, over by

body, next to the hip.

So, what possibility for?

Martha?

Throw them out.

Martha? Throw them out.

To walk this holy place like some crime
scene, like some

tawdry police show.

talking of robots.

It's not right, Father. It isn't. It's
not right.

Martha, you should go home and get some
rest.

Can I do anything for you?

Leave.

No one wants you here anymore.

You've always hated the Monsignor, and
you have nothing but contempt for us.

That's not true. Murder in your heart,
blood on your hands, just like the

whore. Your original sin has stained
this place.

False priest.

Sorry.

But yeah, if finding the facts with that
detective puts me against healing this

flock, then so be it.

Can I use your bag?

Sure. Go ahead.

Are you okay?

A fog we could marry.

This is a puzzle of the solvable. The
body, the weapon, the crime scene, robot

knife guns, and angles of view, and
stone walls, and remote control.

Okay, I've overlaid a timestamp taking
into account the broadcast delay.

Dr. Sharp's call to the hospital
happened at 3 .47 PM and 90 seconds

that.

But to answer your question, yes, it is
consistent with a strong burst of RF

interference that you might get from a
souped -up remote control.

Damn. This is it, right? This triggered
the knife robot.

This has got to be it. You can solve it
now, right? Did you set this up with the

hospital? I did, yeah. The iPhone video
has a timestamp. It's very precise.

Okay, can you show it, please?

Yeah.

birth happened, he was already on the
ground with a knife in his back, and

Father Judd was staring right at him.

And how did that work?

Well, for the knife robot, it doesn't.
So, this was nothing?

No, no. This was very much something.

We have all the pieces laid out before
us now.

We do. Consider the origin of the
devil's head, the red thread, the clanky

clock, the diamond of the RF remote.

lines up.

So give me the answer.

I can't.

You said if you had all the pieces, you
would have an answer. And yet, with all

the pieces on the table, this crime
still truly appears impossible.

You told me you could solve this.

That's what you do.

I put my faith in you.

Oh, God.

You haven't slept in 36 hours. I think
it's bedtime.

Yeah.

It's been a hell of a day.

Good night, Father Jack.

I'll drive you back.

You're right.

This can't be impossible.

There must be a piece missing.

See, I think there's something in there,
in your head, that I need to solve this

case.

And if I can't shake it loose, I'm
sorry.

But I'm going to have to go in there and
get it.

Okay, you're freaking me out now.

I don't understand.

I don't get how this will help. You want
me to write the story? Yes, the story.

The story of the Reverend Wicked Mood.

I don't care. I need to see his murder
and the events leading up to it through

your eyes.

Starting where?

Oh, wherever you like.

Just keep it interesting. Keep it
moving. Spare no detail.

Look, I'm not a writer.

Take your time.

Cool.

I'll be quite comfortable.

So I spent the past hour doing exactly
that.

And now I'll put down this pen.

and hand it to you i guess wait may you
read my story of the murder of my senior

jefferson wicks

Her question is, why did I think I could
lie to you and get away with it?

Oh, no, you didn't lie.

I knew you wouldn't.

You just thought his part out loud.

When I joined the others outside, the
police were just arriving.

Join the others outside.

So you stand inside.

So you were the only person with
unobserved access to the utility closet

the murder, but before the police
searched it.

Why?

Why protect him?

I didn't do it to protect Wicks.

I did it to save the people who believed
in him just a little disillusionment.

Well, surely everyone knew.

I mean, it would have been on his breath
after every match.

He fortified himself.

Yeah, clever word in there.

But everyone must have known.

The spirit really moves him today, huh?

No, not everyone.

Sam.

One good person in this whole place.

Getting sober saves his life.

I know the press and police are there.
Why let that be part of the story?

Wicks had been stabbed.

I don't know how or by whom, but I knew
he'd been stabbed.

But it had nothing to do with it.

It was an impulse.

A little storytelling to protect my
flock.

Oh, bullshit!

And in protecting their bubble of
belief, you have shielded a killer!

Where is that flask?

Shit's not here.

God, I'm sorry.

He was stabbed, so I didn't think it.
No, you did not think.

But we're into the woods now, so you
better start.

Someone broke into my room.

They just hit me.

They just deviated, calculated against
me. And now you see the enemy we're up

against.

You have listened to this block of
stories with empathy and grace, but

done with that now.

We've wasted enough time.

Tomorrow. We used the Gathering at the
burial to question them all together. We

must discover what happened that night.

And what this flock of wicked wolves is
hiding.

The train.

Beaten.

Mocked.

Pierced.

Murdered.

And left in a hole to rot.

To be forgotten.

As with our Savior, so with the church.

Our church is assailed by wicked
modernity. By the enemies of God.

The harlot whores, the vermin who would
oppress and silence and bar us from

our rightful place as the rulers of a
Christian nation of faith.

And even as I stand before you as a
warrior of Christ, in the armor of God,

ready to fight the world to my last
breath, you shall not pass.

As our Lord was, I am betrayed by Judas.

Gentlemen, may I have a moment?

Judas, in many forms, always the true
threat comes from within.

Remember my words.

On this Good Friday, remember what's to
come. Remember, all of you.

You will rise again.

You will be okay.

You will rise again.

The hour approaches, the hour I have
warned you about.

Remember what I have promised you all
come Easter Sunday, for I will make good

on that promise. Yes, I will.

For behold, though he is struck down,
the righteous son of God will rise

Eve's apple restored to the tree and the
wealth of his kingdom and his rising

reign.

And as you gnash your teeth in the
darkness, you unfaithful devils, as you

cold and forgotten and alone, he will
rise again to

reclaim what is his.

Strike down the wicked and raise his
true son to the throne of this nation.

Yes, he will rise.

Yes, he will rise.

Yes, tremble in fear, for he will rise
again in glory.

and vengeance and ruin.

Sorry about your loss, Father. Here,
sign on the bottom.

This is between you and me.

I don't care what the internet says.

I think there's a chance you didn't do
it.

Would you look who it is? It's Judas
Judd. Father, you are not welcome here.

All right, stop.

Here's what's going to happen. Then my
frickin' Blanc and I are going to ask

all some questions, and you're going to
ask them, and we're going to get to the

bottom. Who killed my senior wick, and
why?

And then, that's it.

Okay?

Okay. So, thank you, Father Judd. That
was pretty good. And

we're going to start.

What happened that night right here in
this very room?

You mean the time Judd admitted to all
of us that he killed a man?

Okay. No. That was... That was the
boxing thing? And now he's covering his

by attacking us. He's a pinot. A pinot?
Priest in name only.

Helping Benoit Blanc crack the mystery
of the evil, evil church.

And then some libtard will make a
podcast about all this. And before you

it, the idiot versions of all of us will
end up on Netflix.

Oh, the idiot version.

God forbid.

Jesus!

It's a miracle!

I can walk, Martha.

It just hurts.

I say good.

Expose it all.

Wicks was a con man.

Miracle and supernatural power of God
bullshit.

I really believe.

I still want to believe.

I don't think it's bad.

Well, actually, I was inquiring not
about your prayer group, but about the

shadowy meeting with Wicks that took
place in this room on Palm Sunday.

was that meeting actually about?

Who wants to go first?

I'll tell you.

Si. Hey, wait, wait, wait. Hold on
there, buddy. Hey, no, no, no, no. You

your mouth, you little shit. Wait till
this isn't your decision. You tell me

nothing. Oh, hey, see, I apologize.

I promise you that what we talked about
that night has nothing to do with which

guy, okay?

But it does have to do with things that,
if made public, can ruin people.

I recorded the whole thing. Just hit
play.

All right.

Very dramatic, Pyrrha.

Cut your audience. What's this about?

I've been thinking about your mom.

I never knew her, but growing up in this
church, I knew the story

of the harlot whore.

And I've been thinking about what her
life must have been like to be trapped

a house with her father and her son,
closing rank, shaming her.

and teaching us all to shame her.

That poor girl.

Yesterday, I got a call from a family
law colleague in Brooklyn.

He wanted to double check contact
details for Monsignor Jefferson Wicks,

client, because my client had filed an
AOP with him.

In Brooklyn.

So I would not know.

What's an AOP?

Acknowledgement of parentage.

Affirmation that I, Jefferson Wick, am
the biological father of Cyrus Draper.

No shame for you.

Right? Who was the mother?

Does it even matter?

No, no.

It was she came back and dropped this
poor kid in your lap.

And then she went and had a life.

And my faithful father came to the
rescue. Once again, the boys club,

drinks, and there I was, the loyal
little idiot, trapped.

And I obeyed and I honored and raised
your son while you sat on your

pulpit. Shameless, you hypocritical son
of a bitch.

Si?

Did you know?

Not until Vera told me this morning.

Yes.

Si is my son.

From a loose woman of no importance, who
I knew for one night and haven't seen

in 30 years, Vera's father and I kept a
secret, but no longer.

He is my heir.

My gun.

Now the world is going to know it.

So, rats, flee the sinking ship?

Don't cut the shit.

You're all standing by here, man.

I just wanted to see it. I wanted to see
for myself. You eat his shit with a

spoon and come back for a second.

That's kind of condescending, Vera. You
don't know what we're feeling.

I think we're all, as Christians, very
shaken up by what you just said.

But we're fighting an existential war
here where the end justifies the means.

The church doesn't need some pussy who's
going to lie down and take it. We need

a warrior. We need a warrior.

And I believe that God chose Monsignor
Wicks.

to be his warrior.

So you and your son have my sword.

And we don't know this woman.

We do not know her.

We do not know. But how she... What is
truth?

Right? With various sources. We don't
know that. We don't... What exists?

Does any of this exist?

So... Well said, Doc.

Thank you.

You promised if I stuck with you, you
could heal me.

That's true.

I don't need you to be a saint.

We're with you, Mother, and you're with
us.

And literally nothing that you say or do
is going to change that.

I will give my final service a week from
today on Easter Sunday.

And then I will close the doors of this
sad little church for good.

But not before I have destroyed each and
every one of you.

Sir, wait, what, what?

You're drinking, Matt?

What? No, you're a dangerous man.

Going to work drunk, treating patients,
children while drunk.

This community should know. The medical
board should know.

No one must ever trust or hire you
again.

And Lee, this Troubadour book you've
been writing, its bootlicking

idiocy is an affront to my ministry.
It's my duty to warn not only the

but my friends in the publishing world.
It must be buried. You must be buried.

Exposed. It's the irrelevant clown that
you are. What the hell? What is even

happening right now?

Vampira, you are your father's
nightmare.

He would be so ashamed.

Simone, I cannot heal a faithless woman.

I cannot help you. You said you could
cast it out of me.

I promised you nothing.

I've given you all of my savings. You
cannot buy God's healing.

You will never be healed.

You will die in pain in the prison of
that chair.

Why are you doing this?

I don't understand.

This is a joke. I am so confused.

This is a joke.

Is this payback for the Father Judd
prayer meeting? No, Father Judd's prayer

meeting?

I have kept this church. I have
fortified it with the truth of God, and

betrayal to find my authority.

And faith and life itself.

Challenged from inside my own sanctuary.

Get up!

Weak.

All of you.

You can't follow my path.

Yes, we are at war. And I cast you out
of my fortress.

Son of a bitch. On Easter Sunday, when
the pews fill with townspeople, I will

lay bare the sins of this flock.

Cut you loose and shake the dust of this
place off of my phantoms.

Into hell.

With you all.

Well, glory be. I cleared the room.

Sigh.

Why'd he do that?

Thay, tell me what was happening.

Why'd he torture them all? Why would he
do that? Because I told him to.

When Vera told me the truth, I went and
found him.

And he embraced me as a son for the
first time in my life.

He unburdened himself.

I hate this place.

I hate this sad flock of losers.

You wanna get out?

And now finally, I can.

He told me his grandfather's family
fortune lost all these years. He told me

found it just this week.

No. No, that money is gone. Nobody knows
where Prentiss put it, but it's gone

without a trace.

He told me he found it.

He was going to shutter this dump and
retire in filthy wealth.

And I told him, are you nuts?

Retire. Do you know the power of what
you do on that stage?

I've shrunk the flock. No, you
radicalize them.

That is power.

In a small town, there are only so many
witches to burn and zealots to activate.

Your flame lacks fuel.

But on the internet?

Wildfire.

That's money.

You're a cult of personality.

Are you kidding me?

Give me four years.

You could be president.

Together, we can build a real empire.

There's a father and a son.

Like in the Star Wars?

Yeah, exactly like the Rebels.

His ministry and my political instinct
fueled by enough money. Can you imagine

what we could do in Christ's name?

Yeah. Yeah, I think I can.

First, I told him, and I'll admit this
is a little personal. First, I told him

we need to burn this flock.

They're a liability.

If they associate themselves with us,
show up on cable news, even want to play

from this thing, we need to burn them
off like leeches.

That's why I torched them all.

Because if you're a petty
vindictiveness, one of them might have

it. You know that, right?

Getting back to this vast fortune.

So it's yours now?

Technically, yes.

Technically? He didn't tell you where it
was?

No.

There's a counter empty. There's
nothing.

So where is it?

And then I realized 50 years ago, what
was the safest way for Prentice to hide

$80 million?

The Swiss bank account.

Uh -huh. And so all you need to do is
find that account number.

No luck there?

It has to be written down somewhere.
Martha files everything and it isn't

I don't know.

Here, I thought I might do a clone
because he kept saying Eve's apple would

restored to the tree. That was a thing.

As if Eve's apple is the fortune.

But it seems to count. We're looking for
19 of her, so it doesn't work.

Vera, did he ever tell you anything?

Even if he did, I would go to my grave
before giving it to you.

Yeah.

You'd have done anything to keep the
prodigal son from getting the fortune.

burns you up.

You bitter hag.

Money is one psalm in the Bible of my
bitterness. You fucking child.

You should come and get your shit. It'll
be out on the street.

Yeah, you're an detective. I'll pay you.
I don't care. This is very important.

My inheritance and future political
career depends on it. Can you think?

of anything related to eve's apple that
might contain that number

what did you think

of anything you'll call me oh yeah you
bet all right

Do it.

The room I need to file this.

File that.

It doesn't make sense. I know.

An $80 million fortune.

But if Eve's apple is the fortune and
it's not a pile of cash in a Swiss

somewhere, what is it?

What? A big print of the day moment.

It says the crypt opening thing was
ordered last Wednesday.

It can't be right.

Who would pre -order burial equipment
for a man who isn't dead?

with great certainty when that day and
hour would come. Give me that.

Oh, that computer printer, that's not a
misprint. That's it.

Whoever called in that order, that's the
key. Okay, yeah, yeah.

I see a little construction.

This is Louise.

Hello, Louise. It's a quality job from
Perpetual Fortitude.

Oh, hello.

Hi, Louise. We have a piece of your
construction equipment here today for a

to open a crypt.

Not too often we get a crypt opening
order. Great. So I need to know. I

process that order while I do all the
processing. Yeah. What I need to know,

Louise. I run this place with my brother
James. Right. He takes orders, but I

process the order. Right. So the reason
I'm calling, Louise.

I've been to that church of yours, but I
don't think you were there. No, I'm

new. I'm relatively new here. Louise, I
have to ask.

No, I'm an older guy.

Father.

Monsignor. i

have

a question yeah uh the order for the
forklift i

need to know who claimed the order James
takes the orders, and he's actually

left for the day. Can I have James'
number?

This is very important. We need to find
out who placed that order.

No, no, look, I don't think I can do
that, but, you know, when I can do that,

excuse me, Father, what I can do, as I
was saying, is I can get that

for you, and then I will get you that.
That's great, and if you can call James

now, I would appreciate it so much, but
thank you, Louise. Okay, I will. Hey,

Father, could I ask you something?

Yeah, though, I mean, if you can make it
quick, this is a priority for us right

now. We should call you back.

last time we talked.

She has a tumor in her brain that's
affecting her and it's making her say

really terrible things and so I said bad
things back and now I'm afraid that

that's going to be the last thing that
we ever say to each other.

Father, I am, I'm feeling pretty alone.

I'm so sorry, Louis.

You're not alone.

And I'm right here.

I'm here.

Can you tell me your mother's name?

Amen. Okay, Louise.

You have my number anytime, day or
night.

I'm here for you.

This church is here for you.

Bless you.

A storm.

I came to close up.

I'll get the church. Take care of the
record.

Don't follow me, Blanc. I'm done.

And, uh, why exactly?

I had a road to Damascus thing.

Paul had a holy revelation on the road
to Damascus. Yes, I know. He was struck

blind and a lad hard -washed.

Probably just a case of pink eye.

But he was not on the verge of solving a
murder when it happened.

I mean, what do you think we're doing
here?

Why do you think I became a priest? No
bullshit. Really, why?

You felt guilt for taking a life.

And the church, it offered you a place
to hide and a clear method to give you a

sense of absolution.

The guy I killed in the ring, I hated
him.

I remember. I knew he was in trouble,
and I kept going and going until I felt

him break. It wasn't an accident. I
killed him with hate in my heart.

hiding from that. There's no solving it.
God didn't hide me or fix me. He loves

me when I'm guilty. That's what I should
be doing for these people, not this

whodunit game.

Now, now, wait a minute.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

You look at me when I'm talking to you.

We're looking for a murderer. This is
not a game. It is a game.

Solving it. Winning it.

Getting your big checkmate moment.

And by using me in it, you're sending me
against my real and only purpose in

life, which is not to fight the wicked
and bring them to justice, but to serve

them and bring them to Christ.

Otherwise, I'm just as bad as Wicks,
making it about me and not Jesus.

Listen, you don't have to understand,
blog, but just please, please, please,

please let me be.

Can you say that again?

No. I'll make it about you, not Jesus.
Like Wicks just said, Father, this is

important. Help me understand.

We are here to serve the world, not beat
it.

That's what Christ did. So?

So when Wicks was talking about fighting
the world for Christ's sake, he wasn't

talking about Christ. He was talking
about his own ego and power.

He was never talking about Christ.

Yes, over and over he talked about
Christ rising in power, getting his

on the unfaithful.

Eve's apple is the treasure.

Eve's apple restored to the tree. What
does that mean? I don't know.

I don't care.

That'll be Geraldine coming for our
update on the case. Now, Father, you're

right. This is my case, not yours.

Why don't you head back to the rectory?
I'll handle it.

Thank you.

Thanks for the door shut when you leave.

Hope you catch a killer, Ron.

Thank you. I will.

You're not here.

I want you to search those bathrooms and
that closet thing, too.

Oh.

It's good, right?

It's great, actually.

Especially the part where Gideon fellow
walks you through the possible solutions

of a locked -up crime.

Yeah, you covered three of them. Then
you stopped.

Now, having read the fourth, I know why.

See, I re -watched the video and I
realized something.

From the moment Judd enters the closet
until the first of the flock has a line

of sight into that closet is nine
seconds.

Nine seconds alone and unseen.

Plenty of time to do the deed with a
concealed knife.

That's how it's done, right?

No games, no bullshit. That's how it was
done.

Yes.

And you knew. You knew all along and you
toyed with that poor child. You're like

a cat with a mouse. I don't have the
whole picture just yet.

If you could give me a little more time.
No.

I'm going to be able to. No.

I found my killer and I'm bringing him
in.

Where is he?

Here. Oh, shit.

Who's that?

The groundkeeper, Samson.

This was 100 % medically dead dead.

We know this. I'm just saying, mate.

Right.

Cannon, you can also say out loud, a man
can't just rise from the dead.

I mean, there's obviously some Scooby
-Doo shit going on here.

Scooby -Dooby -Doo. Praise to God!

Praise and glory to the Almighty!

Praise Him!

Praise and glory to the Almighty.

Hey, Rick, set a perimeter on the road.
The music is going to spread fast, and I

don't want to hear what you're listening
to.

Chief, that motion detector light there,
it's also a camera, but it's not hooked

up to anything.

Camera?

Maybe it's recording something on a chip
inside. Why don't you bring it into the

media lab?

Hallelujah, praise God. He has raised up
his servant.

from hey we do my favorite hip -hop this
entire area down to the growth the

homicide scene the groundskeeper is dead

This is Father Judd.

Father Judd, it's Louise. How are you
doing?

I hope it's not too late, but he said it
was urgent, so I just wanted to tell

you. I spoke to James, and the order for
the forklift was actually placed by

Monsignor Wicks.

He spoke to James directly about it, so
I do hope that this clears things up.

And God bless you, Father. You have
yourself a good night, okay?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, you too, Louise.

What? What?

It's a miracle.

Bullshit. No, it happened. Martha said
the tomb is empty. I'm calling everyone.

I'm on my way now.

Did you, uh... What are you doing? You
don't smoke.

I did.

I smoked for 15 years.

Did Lee call you? Did he tell you?

Yeah.

Okay, well, I'm going to go witness a
miracle. You enjoy your cigarette

He's got it.

Alright, so it's not great quality.

It's fine.

Yeah, so it records any time there's
motion, and this clip is four seconds

later.

Okay.

Craig, from the guarding tool.

We did a wonderful database check to
suspect the question.

It's Father Judd.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna...

myself in. No, you are not.

I did it. I killed Hampton. I'm guilty.
You have to let me in.

You're going to tell me exactly what
happened, but right now, how do I get to

Dr. Nant's house?

Get quickly.

I regret my story.

I only hope we're not too late. Now just
get down.

Is it real?

I need to see.

Please, I need to see.

What do you need to do?

Vlog?

Yep.

Rick?

Yeah, it's him.

Really? Yeah.

I mean, for what it's worth these days.

This might get unclued. I mean more
unclued.

Doctor, yeah.

In the flesh, the Elf was left with.

Geraldine, it's Blanc.

Yeah, he's standing right here.

Listen to me. You're going to want to
come to Dr. Nat's house.

There's a body or two.

It's all here.

Yes, yeah.

It's finished.

I'll call you back.

Father John, wait, wait. I killed Ben,
but I have to do this.

I have to do it in my own free will or
it won't mean anything.

Call General Lee for me, please.

Father Judge returned to his church and
is ready to confess.

Father Judd, I'm here to arrest you for
the murder of Monsignor Jefferson

Woodson Sampson Holt and your person of
interest in the death of Dr. Nathaniel

Sharp. What? Dad is dead?

Murdered in his home.

We also recovered Wicks' body.

It's over.

Anything you say can't be used against
you in a court of law.

But if you'd like to confess to
anything, this seems like a pretty great

to do it.

Yeah.

Years ago, I murdered a man in a boxing
ring.

And I killed him with hate in my heart.

Last night, that same sin rose in me,
and in a moment of fear and rage,

I... I'm sorry. That was

dramatic, but I needed you to stop
talking.

No, no, no. Just sit down and listen.
Please continue.

Please continue. In a moment of fear and
rage... Do not silence the voice of the

Lord! But sit down!

And behold the wickedness and shame of
the guilty laid bare before you all!

Let us begin with Wix's murder.

Right here, on Good Friday, the
impossible crime.

Geraldine, you were correct in your
deduction.

When Montefiore Wick collapsed in that
closet space, he wasn't dead.

He wasn't even stabbed, not yet.

The flag he kept stashed in the breaker
box was sparked with a very powerful

tranquilizer. He drank from it,
fortified himself, and within minutes

the floor unconscious.

A clanky clunk.

Leaving him defenseless and giving the
killer their chance to enter the closet

and deliver the deadly blow.

I said that already.

Father John. No. The knife was in his
back when I found him. It was in his

So how? When?

It's impossible, my father. What did you
see?

The red devil head.

Blood? You assumed it was Winx's.

Now, I'll show you the answer to this.
Did you see?

Il Diablo.

The pizza bar. The photograph.

You thought you saw.

But that wasn't it. No.

It was a second identical lamp. A second
identical devil head.

Yeah.

And it was also mission.

Two devils. Yes.

Why, too?

And why paint it red?

Well, it's not red, though. It's red
now. The same red as the Good Friday

vestments. The same exact red as the
mysterious thread found in the closet.

Because the second devil head was there
all the time.

Sewn to the back of his vestments.

Hollow, light, filled with a small squib
of blood.

Triggered by an RF remote.

Hit all.

at the exact right moment a doctor the

voice of authority who can wait for the
discovery he needs before taking charge

the moment of distraction

presents itself and the deed is quickly
done the

final task To remove the incriminating
drug -laced flask.

But where was it? It was gone.

The one hiccup in his plan.

The result of a moment of foolish grace
by Father Judd. Who concealed the flask.

To hide Wicks' drinking and return later
to retrieve it.

My God.

Nat.

Why?

Wigs was going to forge the Earth.

He was going to ruin him.

No, the bigger why. The why that brought
you here. Why'd you allow this insane,

elaborate stuff, the theatricality, the
impossible crime?

Why?

Indeed. So, if Dr. Nat killed Wigs, who
killed Nat?

Well, now we get to it.

Not some fiddly locked -door mystery
with devices and clues, but a

much, much...

Larger scheme.

One whose roots run to the bedrock of
this church.

And one which draws me, an unbeliever in
every sense of the word, into the

realm of belief.

Not a candid case.

I had to look at the myth that was being
constructed.

Not to solve whether it was real or not,
but to feel in my soul the essence of

that which it strove to convey.

A holy priest struck down by no man, but
by the hand of Satan himself,

laid to rest in the sealed tomb of his
father, but then risen by the

will of God.

Risen as something new. No longer a
fallible man, but now a symbol of the

power over death.

His justice for the holy.

His vengeance for the wicked.

Okay. And now, what really happened?

Yes. Yes. It is time to break this
thing.

tawdry facade of miracles and
resurrections and reveal what really

is time for Benoit Blanc's final
checkmate over the mysteries of faith.

Are you okay?

Damascus.

Damascus?

What?

A road to Damascus, then? Yes. Yes,
Damascus.

I cannot solve this case.

What?

Are you saying that your conclusion,
Benoit Blanc, is that when Senior Wick

from the dead, that it was a miracle?

I'm saying I cannot solve this case.

That works.

Thank you.

You know what really happened? You
should tell everyone.

Is he sparing our faith or being
respectful or something? Because we

truth. It is not.

I need the truth.

Can't you just give us the answer? Isn't
that what all this is for?

And would you consider blurbing my book?

No.

Okay. All right.

Show's over. Everyone out.

Out.

Out.

Add another chapter, and then we're
ready. We're

ready to publish.

Trust me, Alan. Call random. It's going
to be huge.

What we witnessed is a miracle confirmed
by Benoit Blanc himself.

The world will know what happened.

What the

hell

was that?

Road to Damascus.

Scales fell from my eyes.

So what? You believe in God and all
this. No,

no. God is a fiction. My revelation came
from Father Judd.

His example to have grace.

Grace for my enemy.

Grace for the broken.

Grace for those who...

Deserved to lead it.

But I'm needed the most.

For the guilty.

You know the truth.

And you, yes.

And you made yourself the fool.

Just now.

So that you could do this of your own
free will.

And now you better do it.

Quickly.

Take a confession.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned just
a week since my last confession.

I told myself it started with pure
intent.

But the truth is...

To take his final communion.

This is Eve Apple, lover.

My entire cursed fortune.

All the sin in the world.

All that Eve hungers for.

I have trapped her.

She'll never again be plucked by evil
hands.

He took the jewel to his grave.

I swore that I would protect this great
secret.

But Grace, she discovered that he had
bought the diamond.

I don't know how. She knew a fancy
brand.

What would come in a custom -made
Fabergé box itself was maybe $20 ,000,

trinket.

Plastic Jesus, no.

Something fascist, worth a fortune.

A jewel.

But she didn't know her head.

So that night... She didn't have to
create the church in anger.

No, she was looking for the hidden
jewel.

A dark life of desperation.

A prisoner to shame and judgment.

It was her one way out.

Arthur, what did he say to her?

I know where he hid it.

And you'll never find it.

Through Harlot Hoare.

Where is it? Where is it? I

kept the secret of Eve's apple locked in
my heart

for 60 years.

A terrible burden.

Until... Until... I challenge you to
confess it.

With defiant pride, I confess.

Time is of the essence now. Let us
sunbathe in the rectory.

Vera confronted Wicks, and you learned
about Psy.

I could accept that he had strayed.

But as he spoke, something became clear.

This was something much bigger.

He was embracing that terrible boy.

That's when I suspected.

So you call the construction company.

Thank you, James.

He had ordered the equipment to open the
crypt to steal the diamond for his own

greed and lust for power.

The corrupted sin of Eve's Apple would
be unearthed, and the church

would fall because of it.

Everything Prentiss had warned me about,
I had failed him.

All my life, I was not the bad one. I
was...

the good one, the faithful one, serving
and protecting the church.

If I failed in that, what is my life?

My sole purpose.

And I failed.

And with a faint stroke, Wraith wakes up
as a miraculous rhythm saint, not a

fallible man, but a symbol that would
save my church.

All it would take is a miracle.

Desperate. Someone who would fall in
line to save Fitzgerald and stay in line

cover his shame.

And who had excellent medical grade
tranquilizers.

Yes, and that.

If all went according to plan.

Oh, God.

My vanity. So wicked.

Master?

I understand. I promise I do.

Keep going. I'm here.

I didn't reckon the cost.

Forgive me, Samson.

Strong Samson. Faithful Samson. Samson.

Who made the coffins.

I did.

You were right.

He didn't understand why we were doing
it.

Anything for you, my angel.

But he trusted me because he loved me.

Oh, look.

How did it go so wrong?

It was supposed to be so simple. The
doctor gave the signal.

Samson retrieved the jewel.

The Lazarus door served as a portent.

All caught on camera the way we planned.

Dr. Knapp would drive off with Wick's
body in his trunk and dispose of it in

that nasty, gookity cellar.

And the next day, Samson would tell the
tale of the risen saint and his word of

blessing to his faithful groundskeeper.

before ascending back into heaven.

What a miracle.

How were we supposed to be there?

You most certainly were not.

Did you know what had happened when you
found Samson's body?

I had an idea.

told me the fairy tale of how everything
had gone according to plan.

It was only then that I told him I'd
been to the crypt.

And I knew he was lying.

And then he told me the truth.

This is it. I can't wait to see it.

My second mistake.

Underestimating the temptation of Eve's
apple.

Our agreed mission was to destroy it or
throw it in the sea.

But all this power will I give thee.

Christ himself could resist temptation,
but this desperate little man.

All that stood in his way was Samson and
I.

Now here was his opportunity to remove
his obstacles,

frame a young priest with a violent
past, and keep the Jewel.

He took it.

And all that remained in its way was me.

He poisoned my coffee with a lethal dose
of pentobarbital.

No remedy once ingested.

Painless. With a little numbness in the
lips.

Then in ten minutes, time for your final
prayer.

Then he begged me to understand why he
was doing all this. That the money would

lure back his harpy wife.

Blah, blah, blah.

I told him I understood.

I understood why he did it.

I had understood it.

These things I did with hatred in my
heart.

Vengeance is mine, said the Lord.

And that's the story the crime scene
will tell the world, but inside

my heart.

Ben, I confess to you, Father.

I have lied.

I have killed.

And now, I have topped it all off with a
real doozy.

Father, quickly now. Quickly.

What's happening?

I don't know. When I saw her left, it
was already too late.

She's taking the pentagon.

Call the ambulance now.

There might be a poison in the prowler.

You're really good at this.

God, the Father of mercies, through the
death and resurrection of his Son, has

reconciled the world to himself and
poured out the Holy Spirit for the

forgiveness of sins.

And through the ministry of the Church,
may God grant you pardon and peace.

The jewel was never found.

The church closed for a while.

The flock, what was left of them,
scattered.

Some got what they wanted, only to
discover the one thing every holy man

God has a sense of humor.

Some got a fresh start, maybe to find a
path that's theirs, I hope so.

Some got their miracle, not being cured
or fixed, but finding

the sustaining power to wake up every
day and do what we're here to do, in

of the pain.

Daily Bread.

That's what I pray for with you.

That you find what you're looking for.

Where is it? I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You
know.

God damn it, I know you both know. This
is your last chance or we're going to

drag your ass into court.

Mr. Wicks, control yourself.

We hoped this mediation would resolve
this matter. She gave it to them and

they're hiding it, I know. We've allowed
your representatives to search the

church and rectory thoroughly. They
found nothing.

Also, Mr. Blanc was there when Martha
passed.

And he denies anything untoward.

Hey.

Hey.

Any hint you've sold it? Any big charity
donations? You fix the roof? You

upgrade your shitty communion wine? I
will watch. I will audit. I will find

I hope you come back to the church one
day. Your real inheritance is in Christ.

Bitch. His video with you is still
trending. Yes.

Benoit Blanc owned.

Owned with a P.

Whatever that means.

We keep pushing the facts out there.
Martha, what really happened, but it

doesn't seem to matter.

We truthers keep flooding our Facebook.
It's an outhouse fire.

Such a time to be alive.

You're going to be very popular once you
open.

Maybe not in a good way.

Are you ready to take that on?

Let him come.

Good luck, kid.

Listen, I'm going to go.

First mask is coming up.

Do you want to stick around?

I have to feel nice with you. There is
nothing I would rather not do to you.

Welcome.